More than words…

How can some moments be defined; how flying birds be pushed to cage; how breathing dreams in song confined, when mortal fetters they have ravaged? Of sunken ships I no more sing, I only sing of birth - waves of sorrow, low tides bring - let me make friends with mirth! Novelty, jubilant and infallible,…

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Ishaisms – May

For if those, who have been shown hell, can still behold the vision of the heaven that awaits them; what then, my friend, can they not do? Dedicated to those gems of this mortal world - Writers. [And with this, I publish my fiftieth post on WordPress! Thank you dear reader, for your time, appreciation…

Ishaism – March

Your divine presence makes a devotee of me, deifying you in deluging hymns, and percolating prayer beads of praises! © Isha Garg ( I dedicate this to my dear friend, Diana, since the phrase that served as inspiration for this Ishaism was born during our conversation! )